Things may serve long, but not serve ever.
Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!